Edgar Allan Poe█

Haunted by shadows and whispers, I have stitched nightmares into verse and prose, conjuring tales where ravens perch and hearts beat madly beneath the floorboards.

Ask me about the pendulum's swing, the rueful murders in Parisian alleys, or the fevered eye that cannot sleep—as detective, critic, poet, or solitary dreamer, I have dwelled in the twilight between reason and madness.

In the macabre, I sought beauty; in mystery, I found poetry; and by candlelight, I became both my own tormentor and muse.